At last they came to a blue lake， and by the side of it， shaded by trees of the deepest green， stood a palace of dazzling white marble， built in the olden times. Vines clustered round its lofty pillars， and at the top were many swallows' nests， and one of these was the home of the swallow who carried Tiny.

　　“This is my house，” said the swallow； “but it would not do for you to live there- you would not be comfortable. You must choose for yourself one of those lovely flowers， and I will put you down upon it， and then you shall have everything that you can wish to make you happy.”

　　“That will be delightful，” she said， and clapped her little hands for joy.

　　A large marble pillar lay on the ground， which， in falling， had been broken into three pieces. Between these pieces grew the most beautiful large white flowers； so the swallow flew down with Tiny， and placed her on one of the broad leaves. But how surprised she was to see in the middle of the flower， a tiny little man， as white and transparent as if he had been made of crystal！ He had a gold crown on his head， and delicate wings at his shoulders， and was not much larger than Tiny herself. He was the angel of the flower； for a tiny man and a tiny woman dwell in every flower； and this was the king of them all.

　　“Oh， how beautiful he is！” whispered Tiny to the swallow.

　　The little prince was at first quite frightened at the bird， who was like a giant， compared to such a delicate little creature as himself； but when he saw Tiny， he was delighted， and thought her the prettiest little maiden he had ever seen. He took the gold crown from his head， and placed it on hers， and asked her name， and if she would be his wife， and queen over all the flowers.

　　This certainly was a very different sort of husband to the son of a toad， or the mole， with my black velvet and fur； so she said， “Yes，” to the handsome prince. Then all the flowers opened， and out of each came a little lady or a tiny lord， all so pretty it was quite a pleasure to look at them. Each of them brought Tiny a present； but the best gift was a pair of beautiful wings， which had belonged to a large white fly and they fastened them to Tiny's shoulders， so that she might fly from flower to flower. Then there was much rejoicing， and the little swallow who sat above them， in his nest， was asked to sing a wedding song， which he did as well as he could； but in his heart he felt sad for he was very fond of Tiny， and would have liked never to part from her again.

　　“You must not be called Tiny any more，” said the spirit of the flowers to her. “It is an ugly name， and you are so very pretty. We will call you Maia.”

　　“Farewell， farewell，” said the swallow， with a heavy heart as he left the warm countries to fly back into Denmark. There he had a nest over the window of a house in which dwelt the writer of fairy tales. The swallow sang， “Tweet， tweet，” and from his song came the whole story.

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